Quotes About Memory

But the crowded recent past can be difficult to recall.

He leaves behind in the library a field of resonating sadness, an imagined shape, a disappointed hologram still in possession of his chair.

forgetting would be inhuman and dangerous, and remembering a constant torture?

Teddy Bear' by Elvis Presley, I can remember, I have always been able to remember

All day long, she realized, she had been feeling strange, and seeing strangely, as though everything was already long in the past, made more vivid by posthumous ironies she could not quite grasp.

The phrase was "in two places at once," and the memory was of early morning.

It's already clear to me how much of life is forgotten even as it happens. Most of it.

Memory's got nothing to do with years. You remember what you remember.

But there was that essence everyone forgets when a love recedes into the past—how it was, how it felt and tasted to be together through seconds, minutes and days, before everything that was taken for granted was discarded then overwritten by the tale of how it all ended, and then by the shaming inadequacies of memory. Paradise or

This was insomniac memory, not a dream. Frowning with concern, she took his free hand in hers and began to lead him across the room.

The years slid over old deaths like a heavy lid. Nearly everything that happens to you in life you forget. Should have kept a journal.

But there was that essence everyone forgets when a love recedes into the past—how it was, how it felt and tasted to be together through seconds, minutes and days, before everything that was taken for granted was discarded then overwritten by the tale of how it all ended, and then by the shaming inadequacies of memory.

During the postwar occupation, many of MacArthur's policies reinforced and abetted the collective amnesia of the Japanese. By order of the supreme commander, there was no concerted public effort to preserve the history or memory of the war—no monuments, no references in school textbooks, no national museum.

Was I dreaming? Was what I saw real? Did you hear what she said before she disappeared? Do you remember her laugh the way I remember it now?

Did you ever see someone who was killed in the war but who is still alive?

This book is written with the deep conviction that the ethnic cleansing of Palestine must become rooted in our memory and consciousness as a crime against humanity and that it should be excluded from the list of alleged crimes.

one such crime has been erased almost totally from the global public memory: the dispossession of the Palestinians in 1948 by Israel. This, the most formative event in the modern history of the land of Palestine, has ever since been systematically denied, and is still today not recognised as an historical fact, let alone acknowledged as a crime that needs to be confronted politically as well as morally.

But she was funny sometimes, and never boring. God, it would almost be worth it to see her face when she realized that I had saved her ass again. Actually it was quite a nice ass, come to think of it. In fact, my memory of the ass and its owner seemed to be remarkably clear.

I believe I've met your grandfather, the Bloody Butcher of Odar. That's correct. I remember now. A delightful man, wonderfully dry sense of humor. Arland blinked. My grandfather has been called many names in his lifetime. Delightful was not one of them. He remembers you also. You tried to poison him. Caldenia waved her fingers. I've tried to poison everyone at one time or another. Don't take it personally.

There was tartle, a Scottish word for the panicked pause you experience when you have to introduce someone, but you don't remember their name. There was backpafeifengesicht, a German term for a face you'd love to punch. There was gigil, a Filipino word for the urge to squeeze an item because it is unbearably cute.

Something clicked in my brain. "I remember where I've seen you before. You're Curran's..."—lover, mistress, honey-bunny—"significant other." Dear God, what could the Beast Lord's concubine possibly want from me?

It's almost as if the dead have no value unless we know that someone they are related to is still alive and mourning them.

My earliest memory was watching my mother do her makeup. She was obsessed with beauty and collected makeup and experimented with it. I think it's a lot of young men and women's experiences, growing up: watching the ritual of what their mothers would do.

You've gotta be careful. People don't want to be reminded of Vietnam and Korea. We lost thousands of fine young men and didn't win either of those wars. Nobody wants to hear about them. 'Apocalypse Now' and 'The Deerhunter' weren't box-office hits.There was too much violence and blood and gore.